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Downy Woodpecker

Skitter scatter and scratch
Stop to tap, tap and tap
Poke, peak and tap.
Tap, tap and tap.
Divine persistence will pay
little feathered brother
tap tap tap tap tap
Divine persistence will pay
that's what the Earth will say
Keep it up, keep searching
Keeping wanting and wishing
tap tap, and tap
skitter and scratch.
Good luck will come your way.

Yours is a feathered faith.
You are faith covered in feather
skittering about on a tree.
That's a faith like mine like ours
A scrambling faith
A searching faith.
faith that clings to bark
faith depending on what lies beneath
faith that could fly
but lands back beneath the branches
above the ground but below the sky
Suspended.

I n l i m b o

faith from HUNGER and hungry
Faith that flickers out of view.
flickers into view
out of view.
Panic calls and peace presides.
just like my feathered brother
the downy woodpecker.

Comments

  1. SandyCarlsonApril 9, 2011 at 7:33 PM

    I am thinking of those hungry woodpeckers and how hunger is a state of being. For all of us.

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  2. JanePoet ~ deborahApril 26, 2011 at 2:35 PM

    I love the metaphor, imagery and sound! of your poem. Thanks for the visit on my site too :)

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  3. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMay 9, 2011 at 8:54 AM

    lovely..

    profound words.
    masterful.

    welcome sharing your poetry with us,

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